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STRANGE INTERLUDE

MARSDEN

(As he bends and carefully picks another sheet from
the floor to place it as carefully on the table)

She doesn't eat enough to keep a canary alive. It's a dull,
constant painj she says. She's terribly worried. She's terrified
by the idea of cancer. But, of course, that's perfect rot, she's
never been sick a day in her life and —

DARREIX

{Sharply.)

She's showing more intelligence about her pain than you
are.

MARSDEN

(Bending down for another sheet, his voice trembling
with terror,)

I don't understand - quite. Do you mean to say you
think - ?

DARRELL

(Brutally)

It's possible.

(He has pulled out his pen and a card and is writing)
{Thinking grimly)

Explode a bomb under him, as I did once before . . .
only way to get him started doing anything. ...

MARSDEN
(Angrily)
But —that's nonsense!

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	STRANGE INTERLUDE MARSDEN (As he bends and carefully picks another sheet from the floor to place it as carefully on the table) She doesn't eat enough to keep a canary alive. It's a dull, constant painj she says. She's terribly worried. She's terrified by the idea of cancer. But, of course, that's perfect rot, she's never been sick a day in her life and — DARREIX {Sharply.) She's showing more intelligence about her pain than you are. MARSDEN (Bending down for another sheet, his voice trembling with terror,) I don't understand - quite. Do you mean to say you think - ? DARRELL (Brutally) It's possible. (He has pulled out his pen and a card and is writing) {Thinking grimly) Explode a bomb under him, as I did once before . . . only way to get him started doing anything. ...

	MARSDEN (Angrily) But —that's nonsense! 132